Blurbs:
The Outlaw’s Bride by Renee Rose
A spitfire rancher. The dominant outlaw who takes her in hand.
Stranded in the west, Mabelle's been managing her dead sister's ranch alone for three months. The last thing she needs is the Curly James Gang pushing her around. She fights back, and finds herself over an outlaw's knee.
She wants to hate the good-looking outlaw, but he seems to have her best interest at heart and even risks his life to protect her from the rest of the gang. Still, a quick-to-spank outlaw with a bounty on his head isn't the sort of man for her. Or is he?
Mail Order Switch by Patty Devlin
Liz will do anything to get away from her evil guardian, and she was prepared to disguise herself as a boy and look for work as a ranch hand. When Caroline, a stranger on the train next to her, sees through her "boy" disguise, and begs her to take her place as a mail-order bride, Liz doesn't hesitate long before saying yes. It's got to be easier than working on a ranch, and as a married woman with a new name, she'll be out of her guardian's clutches forever.
Wade Malone has been looking forward to his new bride for months, but when "Caroline" finally arrives, things don't exactly add up. For one, "Caroline" was supposed to be twenty-five years old; the woman who came off the train doesn't look a day above sixteen. He has a strong aversion to liars, particularly in a wife. But he's also a man who keeps his promises and whoever the woman is at his side, he's made a commitment.
The Lawman by Vanessa Vale
Ellen Oldsmere, becomes a mail order bride for a complete stranger in the Montana Territory, fleeing Minneapolis. Her new husband is all that she'd imagined: handsome, virile and sexually skilled. But he's also the town sheriff and would surely arrest her if he found out her secret.
Ryder Graves is determined to find a bride of his choosing, wanting more than what is available in town. When Eleanor arrives, she meets all of his expectations, but not all she seems. Will he still want her when he learns the truth, or will his passion for the law make her face the consequences of her actions?
Rocky Mountain Rose by Lee Savino
A cowboy with a broken heart. A dancing girl who’s sworn off men. Love blooms in the hardest hearts in the Wild West.
Feisty and independent, Rose is a dancing girl in the Wild West. When an evil brothel owner tries to claim her, it’s up to Lyle Wilder to rescue the jaded redhead. Lyle vows to protect Rose, even if he has to drag her kicking and screaming to safety. His firm discipline keeps his wild rose from danger, but can he convince her to let love grow?
Life After Rachel by Maren Smith
There weren't many folks who'd equate an Indian war party to a miracle, but Reverend John White did. He believed in miracles; it went with the job. But this particular miracle...well, it was a doozy and her name was Ane, the only surviving member of a doomed westward-bound wagon train.
In the span of a single day, the young Norwegian woman had lost her entire family, her husband, even her infant daughter. Having been in America for less than a month, she couldn’t even speak her rescuers’ language, but the Lord worked in mysterious ways and necessity had a way of making itself clear no matter what the obstacles.
So off Ane went, to a hardscrabble farm a few miles out of Redemption to care for the baby who needed her to survive and for the heart-broken man who, fight it though he tried, needed her even more.
Excerpts:
The Outlaw’s Bride by Renee Rose
“Never wield a weapon you are unwilling to use,” he gritted, applying five smacks to the same exact place on one side, then moving to the other. “I nearly shot you before I realized who you were.” He paid special attention to the crease where her bottom met thigh, which she knew would make it difficult to sit later.
Somewhere in the confusion of managing the onslaught of stinging smacks, his words sank in and surprised her. He punished her not for trying to kill him, but for endangering herself?
“If you can’t pull the trigger, don’t even handle the weapon, do you understand me?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Yes, sir,” he corrected with an extra hard smack.
Yes, sir!”
He continued to pepper her entire bottom with spanks, the small surface area of the spoon traversing every inch of one cheek, then the other, then back to the first, until she panted from the burn.
He slowed down. “Do you even know how to fire a gun?”
“Not exactly,” she gasped.
He sighed and placed the spoon across the backs of her legs, running his calloused hand over her swollen buttocks. The roughness of his palm stung her sensitive skin, but even so, she relished the gesture, hoping it signaled an end to her chastisement.
“I am sorry,” she offered.
He brought his open palm down with a sharp slap. “You had better be.” His hand rubbed a circle over her heated flesh. Her heart pounded, though not from fear. The heat from her bottom seemed to travel between her legs as well, warming her most intimate area. She squirmed on his lap.
He must have taken her squirm as discomfort, because he lifted her to stand. Even in darkness, she did not want him to see her face, too humiliated by the punishment. When he pulled her to sit on his lap, she lurched off to escape.
He pulled her back and held her between his knees, his hands gripping and kneading her punished bottom. “You can sit here on my lap and we can talk, or you can go stand in the corner before you take another round over my knee. Which is it?”
Her bottom throbbed at the threat and her face burned with embarrassment. In fact, heat pulsed through her entire core at his words.
“Will there be a second round, regardless?” she asked.
One corner of his mouth tugged upward in a smile. “Depends on how our talk goes.”
Mail Order Switch by Patty Devlin
“I don’t take kindly to liars. I told you I am an honest man. How can I trust you to be a good mama to my children if you will lie to me? And just what else have you lied about?”
“Stop, stop the wagon. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come; you can just take me back to town. I understand if you don’t wa—” She dashed away the tears that were falling heavily, but it was no use. There were just too many.
“It’s too late for that. I am not happy with you right now, but we’ll talk—”
“I don’t want to do this; just take me back to town please. I shouldn’t have come, I’m really sorry I lied.” Her throat hurt from swallowing back tears. She was shocked and a little outraged a moment later when she heard Wade’s deep chuckle.
“I don’t work like that. We’re married now and we are both just going to have to deal with it. I am not happy to have a liar for a wife, but I know how to take care of that problem. I can assure you—you will not dare lie to me or anyone else again.” Those eyes went from narrowed to having one eyebrow arched high above the other.
Whatever he was insinuating made Liz squirm. This was exactly what she didn’t want to happen. If he didn’t like her, why wouldn’t he just let her go? He must be just like Uncle Rupert. She had to get away.
Without another thought or a plan, Liz jumped from the moving wagon. She hit the embankment on the side of the road and pain shot through her ankle and up her leg before she fell to her side and rolled. It took her a moment or two to orient herself when she came to a halt. She crawled to her knees and looked to the wagon that had already stopped. Wade swung down and was marching toward her. She climbed to her feet to stand. She needed to run, but when she put pressure on her right ankle, screaming pain ripped through her foot and lower leg.
“Are you hurt?” Wade demanded as his long legs ate up the distance between them. So much for an escape.
“No, I’m fine,” she lied. “I’m going to walk back to town. You are free to go on, to uh— find a better wife.”
“No, I’m just going to show you right now how it’s going to be. Come here.” He grabbed her arm, thankfully her right, and she was able to hobble with him as he dragged her to a fallen tree. He sat down and before she knew what had happened, she was bottom over top, across his lap, looking down at a line of ants. They were moving from a small mound of loose sand to a hole under the log.
“What are you doing? No! You let me go!”
One jarring swat fell on her seat and then another. She pushed against his legs, trying to sit up and twist. She had to get away! He pressed his free arm against her back, his strength against hers, and she had to lie back down. The swats kept falling, one cheek and then the other, building an intense amount of heat on her seat.
“You... you... you let me go,” she tried again.
“This is what is going to happen when you lie to me, little missy. I call the shots, you got that? No? Well, you will. I’m not making a good impression on you, am I?” He stopped swatting momentarily and Liz struggled, thinking maybe she could get away. But, no—he locked his leg over hers and lifted her skirt.
